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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: and so it continues

Walking Out on Destiny Season 2 Finale Part 2

Episode 14: Play

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"TSENG!"

Cid ran toward the harpy, adrenaline burning his body and tears clouding his vision. The harpy creature held up Tseng's limp form like some kind of prize and it enraged Cid further. He'd let it happen. After all his quiet promises to Vincent, He'd let it happen. He'd let one of them kids die. He threw sphere into the creatures gut, forcing it to drop Tseng's body. He was almost relied to hear that grunt of pain when Tseng hit the floor but it did not last when he saw the empty stare in those eyes. Tseng was fading quickly. He had to get this bitch off their backs and get Tseng to safety and goddammit he didn't know how to do that. The harpy came at him hard and the only thing he could think of was getting her away from Tseng's body.

Tseng lay there not actually seeing. He was somewhere dark where the pain could not touch him. All of his memories reeled by like film, his childhood with Vincent being most vivid. Vincent looked down at him with that warm garnet gaze and smiled so serenely. That's what he'd come for, that's what he'd risked his life for. He wanted that smile back, wanted those eyes on him. He wanted Vincent.

"Vin…cent…"

"He's the one you wish for? The one you came to me for? The one you are willing to give your life for?"

It is…

"Connect us, connect me with him through you…"

Tseng's eyes snapped open and he was in the ShinRa HQ elevator. He found himself sitting on the ground, one knee drawn up while the other was stretched out. He blinked out at the cityscape in confusion. This wasn't a connection to Vincent, this was simply the den in which chaos communicated with him. A dark chuckle echoed in the closed space.

"The one called Vincent has always been here…you just did not trust your instinct. You and he have always been connected for one purpose; now you must fulfill it."

"But he isn't here…" Tseng said dejectedly.

"You say so?"

At that moment, Tseng felt a solid weight against his back and his breath hitched. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of tobacco and Snap Dragon Oil. Shivering, he didn't dare turn around. No, he couldn't dare to hope that this beast was correct. This wasn't real, he was dying and this was the only comfort his mind was giving him.

"Tseng?"

Tseng took a shuddering breath. "Vincent."

"Is…is it a dream this time?"

"Wǒ bù zhī dào…" I do not know. Tseng whispered his voice cracking. "I do know that I'm dying and this may be the last time I…"

"Tseng…I wanted you to live for yourself, not for me."

"Wǒ bù néng méi yǒu nǐ!" I cannot live without you! Tseng snapped. "Every step I have taken has in some way…." Tseng swallowed the lump in his throat. "Has in some way been to keep you alive. Now that I know you can return, it's worth my life."

"Tseng," He felt Vincent shift behind him. "Look at me."

"Bù…" Tseng whispered.

"Qǐng ma?" Please Vincent said gently. "Look at me?"

Tseng, feeling more like the child he once was rather than the stoic man that he'd become, shifted so that he could face Vincent. He met those soulful eyes that seemed more alive than they ever had been in his mind. Vincent touched his face, looked him up and down as if this was his first time truly seeing Tseng. He laughed sadly.

"You've grown."

Tseng nodded, his eyes watering. "I… do not know what to do. I want you back so badly that if I do not do my best, then I may as well be dead."

"Tseng," Vincent said capturing Tseng's face between his hands. "I never wanted this for you."

"None of us did! She took you away from us! Away from me!" Tseng couldn't stop the tears overflowing. "And I hate myself every day for not protecting you. I knew when you walked out of this elevator that I would never see you again!"

"That was not your fault," Vincent said gently pressing his forehead against Tseng's. "You were a child; there was nothing you could've done."

"It matters not. Vincent, whether you fault me or not, I am going to die here. If legend is correct, this creature will devour my soul."

Vincent pulled back so he could look into Tseng's clouded eyes. "Why do you have to be the one to die?"

A wry smile came to the man's face as he said what they both knew was the truth.

"Because," Tseng sniffled. "Nǐ bù xī wàng zhè." You do not want this.

Vincent gazed into Tseng's broken face, his head shaking in denial. "Tseng, you have always been mine..."

Tseng opened his mouth to ask what that meant, wishing to be done with this mission, this stupid escapade. However no words came as Vincent covered Tseng's mouth with his. Tseng felt warmth he had not felt in years, a burning fire spreading in his chest. He felt the killer in him awaken as Vincent moved his lips against his own. Chaos's laughter filled the air around them but Tseng barely heard it. Vincent parted his lips with his tongue and delved into Tseng's mouth with a fierceness that caused Tseng to claw at the man's arms violently. A possessive growl rumbled in Vincent's throat that Tseng responded in kind to and pressed himself against the older man. Their chests touched and the fire sparked into a blaze between them as they clawed at each other, unable to control these chaotic urges.

"Let it be done…"

Tseng's eyes focused once more and he rolled onto his back at the burning sensation in his body. He squirmed and tossed his head from side to side. Chaos knelt over him. The creature grabbed his hair with clawed hands causing a rush of both pain, pleasure and some unnameable thrill to pass through his body. His eyes were filled with the glowing amber gaze of the Harbinger and he was not afraid when Chaos pulled him close so that they were mere inches apart. A sinister grin was on its face and Tseng's dying pulse suddenly quickened with new life. Chaos placed a clawed hand over his wound and pressed down in an almost gentle gesture. Tseng hissed at the pain but did not avert his eyes.

"Oh yes, you and your Vincent will be perfect." It said, its mouth hovering over Tseng's. Tendrils of death and tainted life stream misted from his mouth and Tseng tried to turn away from it in disgust but was held in place. The mist entered his mouth and he felt violated in the worst and best ways. His back arched as Chaos entered his mind, body, soul through this miasmal breath. His skin tingled like arches of electricity were passing over it and a terrible blood lust came over him so intensely that he would've mutilated himself to see the fluid run. His eyes shifted from their cool grey to bright amber that reflected Chaos's color. Chaos did not release him until Tseng felt dizzy and filled to the brim with this dark, bloodthirsty, sensual energy. He was suddenly released and he stared up at Chaos in wonder.

"Now my little beast, take me to him."

Cid, who was still engaged in a one-sided battle, was not prepared for what happened. The Harpy had knocked him to the ground and pushed his spear completely out of reach. He was going to die was all he thought…until a spray of blood splatted on his face. He saw his own spear shoved through the creature's chest, its deformed heart still beating on the tip of it. Cid felt the bile rise in this throat. The spear was harshly yanked out and the creature hit the floor, her heart hitting the ground with a sickening splat. Tseng stood there with the cruelest smile Cid had ever seen on a human being. His irises were filled with hot amber as they glared down at the creature that was surprisingly still alive. He knelt down smoothly, crawling over the body and turning its pale face to him. The creature looked up at him, dark red blood pouring from its plush lips. Cid heard Tseng chuckle.

"Oh Helena," he taunted, his voice echoed by another. "You hated me so much because I held his love. You hated me for everything you weren't and now look at you."

"Tseng stop," Cid said, his voice barely audible. He was scared to even speak up this man, this possessed Tseng. "Stop."

The harpy curdled and her lips moved. "You were never worthy of Turk. Never worthy of Shin-Ra! Never worthy him! You deserved to die like the whore you are!"

Tseng laughed. "So says the loser? Heh, Helena, you've lost and now you're going to tell me who sent you."

"I will die first."

"I don't need you alive," Tseng chuckled darkly and shoved his hand into the hole the spear had left in her chest. She gargled as more blood bubbled to her lip and Tseng yanked out what appeared to be a tiny materia. He stared intently at it as if watching something before he scowled and grabbed her by her head and smashed her skull into the rock repeatedly until the cracking bones became wet squishing sounds. Cid grabbed his wrist and waist and pulled him away from the body. Tseng struggled violently but Cid wrapped his legs around the furious Wutain. He buried his face in the kid's neck clinging for dear life.

"Tseng stop!"

Tseng paused in his struggling at the sound of desperation in Cid's voice. He relaxed against the man, tilting his head back against Cid's shoulder and taking a deep breath. He felt Cid trembling, knowing that the man was using all of his strength to hold him there. Tseng lifted his bloody hand and placed it on the man's arm. Cid's grip loosened as the pilot looked down at him with weary, yet concerned eyes. Tseng smiled weakly at the man, his eyes normal once again.

"We have what we came for," He whispered. "Take me home, chief."

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Sephiroth lay on the mattress he'd just bought. Being a General had its advantages certainly. He'd bought the loft, bought a few meager furnishings such as a king sized mattress to lay on the floor, a fridge and a comfortable chair. He had his TV moved to the apartment along with all of his sound system equipment. Genesis and he had even worked together to get it all moved. It was awkward, but it felt good being on speaking terms with Genesis again. The redhead had even laughed.

Sephiroth sighed and turned on his side as thoughts of Zack and Cloud entered his mind and the shock of knowing that they were together. Genesis and Angeal had each other as well as other lovers. Cloud was now exploring Midgar's sensual calling with Zack. But here he was alone. Sure, he could have any of them that he wanted to, any secretary, SOLDIER, troop, Turk, Fleet, hell even the executives themselves (though god forbid he ever stoop that low) would through themselves at his feet. He could be with them, throw them aside and not think a single thing of it. He wouldn't feel anything towards them and still save face. He was the perfect embodiment of hedonism and he dare say he was beginning to like this image of himself. So why was he the only one in his bed? Sephiroth sat up and looked out the floor to ceiling window at Midgar's green tinted glow. The sun never shined in Midgar, daylight was simply a brighter night overcast with building lights and smog emissions from the reactors. Yet somehow, he could always tell when night was approaching, when the sun was setting. It was strange, like he could smell the change in the day. It was still early, so he had an hour or two to explore his new neighborhood.

Making up his mind, Sephiroth got up, got dressed and put on a light coat. He took the long ride down and stepped out into the night in search of something that would stop him from thinking. Sector 6 was high class, being the newest of Midgar next to the still under construction Sector 7. It was new, it was hip, and it was expensive. If he had to call this area anything, it was a Scene. Art scene, Music scene, anything bohemian that could be thought of. Antique shops and independently owned stores lined this place. Everything here was uniquely out of place in the world of ShinRa and its technological advances. Out of place, like him. Sephiroth felt at home here, not that he felt the desire to become a part of this Scene. No, he just enjoyed sampling the lifestyle, seeing what it had to offer. One of these little indie artists might catch his eye and he'd end up with their work in his new loft. He had been meaning to add taste to his dwelling since it was no his alone and he didn't have to face criticism for liking what he liked. He walked along dazedly until a strange sweet scent hit his nose. He breathed it in deep and shut his eyes in enjoyment. He didn't realize his feet were following his nose's directions without his consent and he did not notice how far he'd strayed until he was in unfamiliar territory with no idea which direction he'd come from. He was in front of a florist that was very well renovated and surprisingly busy.

"Fresh cut flowers for sale!" A gentle voice called. "impress your girl or maybe your man with these rare beauties grown right here under Midgar's night sky! Last call before I close up shop."

Sephiroth felt something strange when he saw her. Her beautiful brunette hair was pulled back and hung long with a loveknot twisted into it. Her bangs framed a cherubim face accenting a princess nose and lightly plumped lips that were only slightly chapped. Sephiroth figured she licked them a lot during her work. Her form was clad in a comfortable pink chemise covered by a jean mini-jacket and a gypsy skirt. She curved very smoothly at the waist, her hips widening out just so, giving her skirt an excellent excuse to shimmy as she haggled with customers. She was light on her feet the way she twisted and twirled between the crowd of customers, cashing them out and taking future orders. She was so graceful. But what threw Sephiroth most were eyes. He couldn't quite describe the shade they were. Not quite emerald no, they were softer than that. They were soft and almost sweet…like…like…

"Gummy bears," Sephiroth murmured to no one. He waited until the crowed had cleared and she was about to switch her sign to close before quickly going to the door, tapping on it lightly. She looked up at him for a long moment as if searching his eyes for something, then a pleasant smile that created butterflies in his stomach spread over her face. She let him in and shut the door behind him, locking it securely.

"You'll be the last customer," she said sweetly. "Lucky you, it means you get to take your time."

Sephiroth looked around at all the blooms having never seen real flowers before in his life. Not even in his travels. Most of the flowers were synthetically grown. The majority of his time abroad, he was spilling blood or trapped in meetings so this…this was a true treat. He leaned into a few of them, breathing them in and it was almost like smelling the spirit of Gaia itself. He didn't notice how she watched him with a mysterious smile or the way she subtly circled him under the guise of closing up. He touched the various petals carefully, afraid that his mako-tainted skin would destroy them if his fingers lingered too long. She giggled at his gentleness and rested her elbows on the checkout counter.

"What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? I don't know," Sephiroth said feeling lost. There was something about this place that stole everything negative about his world and replaced it with a strange sort of security that he'd never been blessed with. "I've never been to a real flower shop. I don't even know what half of these are. All grown here? Flowers can't grow here without synthetic means."

Her eyes watched him with that same sugar sweet smile. "Flowers are…unique creatures. It's not about the environment for some species, it's about how much time, how much devotion you have to them." She licked her lip. Hah, he called it. "You live around here, sir?"

"Huh? Oh, yes I do now. Do you know me?"

"Not a soul in Midgar doesn't know the Silver Devil. Though, I will say I feel honored to meet you General Sephiroth."

Sephiroth shook his head. "Just Sephiroth is fine, and you are?"

"I'm Aerith, Aerith Gainsborough. Or perhaps I should be honest and say Aerith Gast."

"I almost called you on it," Sephiroth said with a chuckle. "So…you're Professor Gast's daughter? That makes you-"

"A little teenage girl running her own business. First let's handle you first and then we'll talk about me."

"Handle me?"

"Well," Aerith came from behind the counter and Sephiroth noticed she wore no shoes around the shop. "You just moved in, you appear to be lost and wandered all the way here so I can assume that you have no one to share the warmth of a new home with. In that case, I suggest a certain flower to you."

She walked over to a climate controlled closet made of glass and stepped in. She shivered a bit and Sephiroth saw mist blow from her mouth. She picked up shears and placed her hand gently on one of the flower buds. He wasn't sure but he thought he saw her murmuring something to the plant before snipping the bud from its stem. She took soil that was set aside and filled a small plain pot. She carefully placed the bud in face down and covered it lovingly with her hand. She pulled the pot to her breast and whispered to it before coming out of the room with a shivering sigh.

"I always forget how cold it is in there," she waved him over to the counter. "Come on, its ok I don't bite."

Sephiroth went to her and curiously looked in the pot. She covered the top with her hand and looked up at him teasingly.

"Don't scrutinize it like that. It's a very shy soul," she said.

"I'm…sorry?"

"You can't look at it like it's under a microscope," she said enigmatically. "It's not a specimen, it's a life."

Sephiroth inwardly wince at those words. "It's a life."

Aerith watched him as he leaned down to examine the bud and she lifted her hands so that he could see the tiny glowing bud poking out of the cold soil. Sephiroth stared at it wonder. "What is it?"

"It's a Mt. Nibel Lilly Bell, cutely called Monilly Bell by the locals."

"Monilly Bell?"

"Mount – Mo, Nibel – Ni, Lilly – ly," she explained. "A Monilly Bell. They are very, very special. They take root very late in winter when the frost on the ground is much too cold for anything to grow and then when spring is almost over, it blooms. However, anyone can raise a Monilly Belle, but it takes a certain type of person to raise a perfect Monilly Bell!"

"How would I know I'm that type of person?"

Aerith smiled up at him, her age showing. "Because by the time it blooms, you'll be in love."

Sephiroth looked at her in confusion and then back the plant. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but he reached in his wallet and handed her his credit card. She giggled.

"Don't wanna know how much it costs?"

"I'll go on faith," Sephiroth murmured.

"Suit yourself, sir," she said as she rang up the plant and returned his card with a receipt.

Sephiroth eyed the receipt with a smile. "Midgar full of flowers-"

"Wallet full of money!" She giggled. "It's a joke. Well a joke for myself and no one else."

"I see…" Sephiroth though for a moment. "Miss Aerith, are you planning anything right now?"

"Me? No, just go home, give my mom a call so she can tell my father not to worry."

"Then, perhaps you can tell me more about yourself?"

"How about over some dinner, my treat?"

"I was going to say mine."

She shook her head. "The lady insists and the lady is always right."

Sephiroth smile. "Well then, after dinner, coffee will be on me."

"It's a date then. Let me close up," she said sweetly, directing him to a nice bench so that he wouldn't be in her way.

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"A hero's not afraid to give his life! Hero's gonna save us just in time!"

Angeal wormed his way from under the covers. He was fucking exhausted and meant it as vulgarly as it sound. He'd just comeback from dealing with Wutain insurgents, he hadn't slept in almost 72 hrs, and his BUTT hurt from those hard ass airship seats. So he hoped to whatever deity was listening that Zack had a good reason for calling him. He reached for his phone and answered with a rough voice.

"This better be good, puppy."

"How do you top?"

Angeal hung up. It rung again and he answered it.

"Whaaat?"

"You heard what I said! I'm being serious. My first time with a guy was you and I've only been with you, Seph and Kunsel and you're all hella dominant fuckers!"

Angeal buried his face in his pillow. "Goddammit Zack, why are you asking me this?"

"Because…I can't keep stalling Cloud. You have to tell me what I'm supposed to do with a guy."

"You called me and woke me up because Cloud's trying to fuck you?"

"Actually I think Cloud's a power bottom! He's so damn feisty, not what I expect from a virgin."

"Well what do you want? He grew up in a town where legal adults are 15. Don't get mad because he's more mature than you sexually."

"What the hell, you're supposed to be on my side."

"Look, you've had plenty of girls right? Even some virgin ones?"

"Well yeah, girls are second nature by now."

"And how do you usually do with them?"

"This just feels weird…"

"Do it! You called me you're gonna answer the question!"

"It's easy, get em wet, stretch em a little, make em scream!" Zack blurted out in embarrassment.

"I hope you're much more of gentleman than that."

"I am but I'm not describing what I do to women to you, man!"

"Fair enough," Angeal yawned. "Well, second verse same as the first, accept you're responsible for the wet part."

"So…it's just like what you did to me?"

"You actually paid attention to what I did to do?"

"...barely…"

Angeal could practically hear the blush and he laughed. That was a rare stroke to his ego. "Well, if you do what I did to you, the Cloud won't pay attention either. Just figure out what he likes and go from there."

"Ok."

"And Zack, go slow. No matter what he wants, go slow. You don't want to hurt him."

"Mm. ok. Thanks, Angeal. I didn't know who else to ask. One more thing?"

"Yeah?"

"How will I know if he's ready?"

Angeal paused remembering the first attempts at sleeping with Genesis and Sephiroth. Even though they had both been with each other, they couldn't hide their apprehension. He'd sensed it, felt their anxiety and their fear. It was understandable because at the time he was a full fledged Soldier 1st Class. He was bigger and stronger than them. Instead of a sex, he ended up cuddling both of them like the kids they really were. He chuckled.

"You'll know he's ready because he won't be afraid. Nervous maybe, but not afraid."

"…right. Thanks Angeal."

Angeal smiled fondly. "Goodnight, puppy."

"Night, 'geal."

Angeal hung up and rested his head on his pillow. For some reason, hearing about Zack and Cloud's advancement in their relationship was endearing. They would take this big step before Cloud left for basic and Zack got shipped out with him to handle Wutai's mess with him. He really need to talk to Lazard about the promotion for Zack so that the puppy could have more freedom for himself and his new little lover. Angeal chuckled. Yeah, it was more than uplifting to know that things were going right for someone in his life. He made a note that when he woke up, he would visit Sephiroth. He missed his silver haired lover and he hoped that Sephiroth's open invitation still stood…

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Hojo was admittedly agitated when the knock on the door disturbed him. He'd been resting on his couch listening to records while idly petting Vincent's hair. The man had been taken over by Galian's persona again which was secretly his favorite. When Vincent was in this agreeable mood, he would stick closely to Hojo and curl into his side. It was a nice mood for once and it annoyed him to have it interrupted. He rubbed his temple and shooed Vincent into his bedroom. "Don't move."

Vincent tilted his head and scratched behind his ear not paying the doctor much attention. Hojo rolled his eyes and exited the room slinging the door shut. He didn't slam it hard enough so Vincent crawled off the bed and peered curiously through the crack. Hojo went to the door and opened it. He couldn't school his face quickly enough to hide the surprise.

"Lucrecia?"

The vile woman pushed him and entered, her body trembling. "It's good to see you're still living by modest means."

"What time do they call this?" Hojo shook his head. "What do you want woman?"

"I can't stand this!" she turned to him eyes wild. "My skin crawls, calling out to you and to Sephiroth. I tried to dull it but these Jenova cells! I need you, Kanaye." She pressed herself against him. "I need you, don't you feel it. They're calling."

Hojo tensed as he felt the burn in his blood from the Jenova cells. He grasped her by her shoulders trying to get her away from him, but her eyes locked with his and the fight drained from him. Her beautiful honeyed eyes stared up at him with slit pupils and he knew his were the same. Cerulean began to bleed her irises as she closed the distance between them.

"See, it's just like before isn't it. Come now, Kanaye?" she said breathlessly. "Just like old times, just once?"

Vincent watched, his eyes widening to an almost feral gaze as his pupils dilated. A growl vibrated in his chest as Galian beast pushed against his human form. He stumbled back from the door as the transformation took him.

Lucrecia paused hearing the loud roar from the other room. "What the…"

Hojo leaned his head back against the door. "Oh no."

Lucrecia was knocked clear across the room and Galian Beast pinned her down, his muzzle snarling in her face. She screamed and tried to get away from the creature but he held her down had. He roared at her, silencing her screams. Hojo ran in front of the creature and grabbed its muzzle to close its large jaw. It halfheartedly tried to shake him off.

"No!" Hojo ordered, staring directly into the beasts eyes.

Galian snarled and dug his claws into the floor beside Lucrecia, making her squirm.

"I know…I know," Hojo said softening his voice. "But this isn't what you want. This isn't you…"

Galian's tense form relaxed and Hojo swore he saw a remorseful look on its wolf like face. The creature backed off from the doctor and allowed her to get to her feet. Lucrecia immediately got up and stood behind Hojo, frightened and angry. Hojo stared at the monster as it backed away from them slowly and shook his head.

"What the hell is that thing, Kanaye! And keeping it in your house, have you lost your mind."

"I can't cage this one," Hojo whispered mostly to himself. "He doesn't deserve it."

"It's a thing! God, I knew you were going senile!" she spat. "Satisfying these cells is not worth it!"

"You…" Hojo looked at Galian, whose ruby eyes stared at Lucrecia with a sadness he couldn't stand. "Lucrecia, this creature doesn't strike any familiar cords with you?"

Lucrecia gave him an incredulous look and then stared at the beast before smacking her lips. "Tch! You are more insane than I thought you were!"

Galian looked down at its claws before clenching them and roaring at Lucrecia. Hojo held up his hand. "That's enough…"

He ushered Lucrecia towards the door. "You'll get no satisfaction from me. Leave!"

"Kanaye-"

"Get out!" Hojo shouted. Galian echoed with a roar.

Lucrecia scowled and stormed out. "Fine, you stay here and fuck your beast. You obviously prefer it to a real lover!"

Hojo slammed the door and heard the cracking of bones and tearing of flesh behind him. He didn't turn around, he didn't move. He simply rested his forehead against the door. "I suppose I should thank you, Valentine. I needn't ever copulate with her again, no matter how strong the desire is."

He jumped slightly when he felt warm hands on his shoulder instead of cold ones and he was gently tugged so that he turned around. Vincent stared at him making Hojo chuckle a bit. He'd always been slightly taller than the Turk. Vincent's looked the professor up and down, his eyes truly studying the man before. Hojo almost felt uncomfortable under that penetrating gaze and he tried to turn away from it, but Vincent touched his face in a gentle coaxing gesture and forced him to be ensnared by those sherry tinted eyes. Vincent leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips against the professor's temple before pulling the man away from the door. Hojo was made to sit down and Vincent hopped onto the couch next to him. He gently pushed the man into a reclined position which he didn't fight and laid his head on his chest. Vincent cutely itched his ear before snuggling into the man's clothes and giving a contented huff. Hojo lay there staring at the ceiling as the music played unsure of how to react to this. He smiled and wrapped an arm around the Turk's strangely warm body.

"I believe I shall miss this side of you, Valentine. I think this is the only side that could ever love…." Hojo shook his head. "Nevermind…I shouldn't say such ridiculous things out loud."

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Cloud and Zack entered Zack's apartment full and amused. They had gone to see a comedy movie that was so stupid they didn't even bother to remember the name of it. They spent more time throwing popcorn and agitating the other movie goers rather than indulging its stupidity. Cloud took off his jacket and hung it up.

"God, that movie was awful," he laughed. "I'm gonna get a beer."

"Grab me one too. I bet there's something better on TV anyway," Zack said. "I'm gonna go get comfortable. I suggest you do the same!"

Cloud nodded and headed to his room first to change clothes. He slipped on a big t-shirt and shorts which was his customary sleepwear. He idly wondered what would come tonight. He was nervous, beyond nervous. So much so that he'd gone as far as to have a serious talk with his mom about it. After bitching at him about not calling, she said felt it was too soon in their relationship but she also said couples just know when their ready. If he was ready, he would know it. Hell, he was ready…or at least he thought he was. Every time Zack's hands were on him he wanted to rip his clothes off and jump him. If that wasn't ready, then what was? He sighed shakily and exited the room bumping into Zack who was just coming out and pulling his wife-beater down. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Still want that beer?" Zack asked backing Cloud against the wall.

Cloud smiled and leaned up to kiss Zack. "Not really."

Zack closed the gap with Cloud pinned against the hallway wall. The kiss was light, chaste like the ones they gave each other in public and lasted a while before it grew in intensity. Zack's tongue dove into Cloud's mouth, ghosting over his gums and the inner walls of his mouth with excitement. Cloud pressed himself against Zack and moaned into the older boy's mouth causing that one reaction he loved most. Zack grabbed Cloud's ass in a tight squeeze and lifted him off his feet so that the blond was slightly above him. Cloud secretly loved it when Zack grabbed his ass. They made out in the hallway, Cloud's arms slipping around Zack's neck and his hands into his hair. Zack pulled out of the kiss nipping at Cloud's cute ears before moving down his neck to suck at his pulse. Cloud gasped, digging his nails into Zack's shoulder and wrapping his legs tightly around the boy's waist. This caused a spine tingling friction as their clothed erections rubbed together. Cloud moaned, letting his head fall back against the wall as Zack rolled his hips against him.

"Zack, bed," was all Cloud managed to get out before Zack covered his mouth again in a deep lust driven kiss. Zack carried them to his bedroom careful not to bump the door. Even though he was in a haze of excitement he still took care in laying Cloud back on the bed. Zack had never been rough with his lovers and wasn't about to start tossing them around now. He laid Cloud back never breaking the kiss as he pressed his body fully to his. The legs around his waist only tightened and the feel and he had to pin the boy down in order to lift up his t-shirt. He placed open mouthed kisses on his stomach still slightly tubby from baby fat he had yet to lose. He dipped his tongue into a pale belly button and swirled it making Cloud squirm beneath him and fist the sheets. Zack worked his way up from there, kissing and licking until he reached Cloud's pectorals and swirled his tongue around a nipple before taking it into his mouth. He suckled gently at first before grazing the nub with his teeth. This earned him frantic fingers in his hair as he gave the other the same treatment. His hand slid down to the waist band of Cloud's shorts, worming their way underneath them to wrap around a nearly fully erect Cloud. Cloud threw his head back and let out a deep moan that tickled Zack's ears as he stroked the blonde beneath his clothes. He ran the pad of his thumb over the tip feeling the precum building there.

"Z-Zack," Cloud whined, tugging at the brunette's clothing.

Zack smirked and released Cloud long enough to slip his shirt over his head. Cloud did the same with his t-shirt and marveled at the definitions of Zack's chest. No matter how many times he saw it, it still amazed him how ripped Zack was for his age. He practically drooled at the deep creases of muscle in his stomach that made that tantalizing six pack. But then something gripped him. Zack was a big guy and he was so small. He reached out and touched the older boy's stomach seeing how small his hand was in comparison. Zack was big, was strong and powerful. He could easily…

Zack tilted his head at the uncertain look in Cloud's eyes. "What?"

Cloud didn't realize he was staring. He just shook his head. "Sorry, you're just cut, like, ridiculous!"

Zack gave him a studious look before responding. "Heh, yeah well, you'll be about the same by the time you're SOLDIER."

Cloud glanced down at his squishy belly in dismay. "Yeah right."

Zack snickered and tickle Cloud's stomach. "For your info, I was fat when I entered basic!"

Cloud laughed and struggled. "You were not fat!"

"Honest I was! Forty pounds overweight and I was only 15!"

"How did you survive?"

"I just didn't let it stop me," Zack laid down next to Cloud and pulled him close. "I drug myself through the mud, ran extra hard, and didn't let up on myself. Squats helped too."

"Explain that ass of yours."

"Then Angeal noticed me, this tubby lil' kid pulling more weight and training harder than any candidate. He could just see it…like see how bad I wanted it. So he took me on, changed my diet, ran me to hell and back but he would always let up when it was too much. He never pushed me too hard or forced me push my limits too much. He said it takes time and devotion to become SOLDIER, there would never be any rush."

"Did you…ever tell him when he it was too much for you?"

"Always! Angeal is a lot like me. He likes when people are honest with him and honest with themselves."

Cloud nodded and rested his head on Zack's shoulder. They lay there quietly before Cloud's nervous voice broke the silence. "Y-you're a big guy Zack."

"Yeah I know, in more ways than one," he warned.

"You're so much bigger and stronger than me."

Zack smiled seeing where this was going. "Yeah, I really am."

Cloud sighed in defeat. "I'm….god, after all that pushing."

"You're scared?"

"A little, yeah," Cloud muttered, his eyes glazing with frustrated tears. "I'm such a wuss!"

"Hey, come on now. I rather know you're scared and do this another time than to not know and traumatize you or something. Awe don't do that!" Zack tugged Cloud on top of him when the tears began to fall. He hugged the blonde. "Look, no pressure, no rush. We're never going to do anything that you don't want to. Understand?"

"Yeah," Cloud sniffled. "Sorry, Zack."

"Don't ever be sorry. Don't ever apologize to me for anything, you did nothing wrong, Cloud."

Cloud smiled against Zack's chest. "I have an idea!"

"What?"

"Let's lay naked?"

"Uh, I don't know if that's good idea."

"It will help me get over how big you are. Nothing funny, I promise."

Zack rolled his eyes. "Ok, not like it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"You have never seen me all the way naked!"

"I've seen enough to imagine!" Zack retorted as he shimmed his pants off.

Cloud did the same and pulled the sheets over them for some modesty. After all, it wasn't about the looking for him, t was about the feeling. He shyly climbed on top of Zack and lay over him as they had done often. Zack allowed the boy to spread over him like he always did and wrapped reassuring arm around his waist. This was definitely a different experience all together. Having Cloud's warm supple skin pressed so completely against his was doing nothing for his arousal and he apologized when it poked. Cloud laughed and wormed his way down under the covers. Zack frowned a bit.

"Hey, whatcha do-WHOA!"

Cloud experimentally darted his tongue out to graze the tip of Zack's cock. "You're really big…" He said before he carefully closed his mouth over the top and suckled lightly.

Zack shuddered and gripped the sheet to keep from grabbing Cloud's hair. "I thought...you were scared."

"I'm scared of the other thing. But," Cloud wrapped his hand around the base and began to stroke. "I've never been scared of it like this. Warning though, this is my first blow job."

"What!" Zack sputtered before Cloud engulfed his length with his mouth. Zack's head fell back against the pillow as Cloud tested different ways of shaping his lips. He found a comfortable position for his body before he began to suck in earnest, imagining a blow pop as cliché as it was. He expected it to taste weird but surprisingly enough it just tasted like skin, like Zack and he enjoyed the flavor of Zack's skin. He took a few swipes with his mouth before his neck became more use to the motion and he continued, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled up. Zack squirmed and moaned at the feeling and sipped his hands beneath the cover to caress Cloud's feather soft hair, scrapping his finger nails against his scalp. Cloud moaned against him at the kind touch but it made Zack grip his hair a bit too tightly in response. Cloud whined a bit.

"Sorry, Cloud," was the breathless reply.

Cloud hummed and continued, lowering his hand down to his own hardened length and stroked it in time with his suckling. He began to moan in earnest as he shut his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Zack in his mouth. Zack panted, cursed and moaned at Cloud's ministrations. It wasn't the best blow job he'd ever had, it was mildly offered, but what Cloud lacked in skill, he made up for in determination. It wasn't long before Zack felt his stomach coil and he tried to pull Cloud away.

"Hey, I'm gonna come," He warned.

"Don't worry, I can swallow it," Cloud said before going back.

"Eh, but I don't think-"

Cloud swiped his tongue over the tip. "Don't think."

And Cloud covered Zack one more, sucking harder and caving in his cheeks so that it would a be a tighter squeeze. It only took another minute before Zack arched his back to keep from arching into Cloud's mouth and choking him. He threw his head back and let out a low satisfied moan. Cloud sucked attempting to swallow, but finding that he couldn't quite do it on his first go round. He pulled away and ran to the bathroom, spitting and coughing up most of it.

"Ugh!"

"I warned you!"

"Yeah, my fault. It tastes so damn weird!"

"It the Mako," Zack said taking a deep calming breath. "I swear it makes out jizz radioactive!"

Cloud arched his brow in the mirror. "Radioactive?" Cloud shook his head and went back into the bedroom. "Well…was it ok?"

"Better than ok! Come here, Choco-shit."

Cloud smiled and crawled into bed. Zack pulled him into a hard passionate kiss that left Cloud feeling like jello. "You didn't come, Cloud…"

"Huh, oh nah its ok, really."

Zack shook his head and rolled them so that Cloud was beneath him. He almost cringed when he saw that quick flash of fear in the blonde's eyes. "Hey, trust me…nothing you don't want, right?"

Cloud blew out a sigh and nod. "Right!"

Zack kissed him gently and pulled away. "Hold on just second." He got up and went to his dresser to dig around. "Um, I know it's here…haven't used it in AH THERE!"

Cloud sat up to peek. "What are you doing?"

"Lube fool! Just cause I have no intention of going all the way with you tonight, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy some of the perks."

Cloud's brow rose. "Um…"

"Just lay still, Cloud."

It didn't take long to get Cloud riled up again since he was still in the mood from the blow job. Zack demonstrated a small percentage of his skills on the blonde having him moaning and clawing the sheets heard enough to stretch the thread. Zack was actually pleased that Cloud was more vocal than most of his lovers, he loved the sound of a partner enjoying themselves and didn't get enough of it. Once Cloud was on a high, he eased up and return to stroking him, putting one of Cloud's legs upon his shoulder. He took a moment to use the lube, placing some on his fingers and spreading it carefully at Cloud's entrance. Cloud immediately cringed. Zack paused.

"Sorry…its cold…"

"You okay?"

Cloud blushed redder and nodded. "I'm fine. I trust you."

Zack massaged around Cloud's entrance before slowly slipping a slicked finger inside Cloud. Cloud shuddered at the invasion but didn't pull away. Zack bit his lip at the warmth and tightness but concentrated on what he was doing. He slowly moved his finger about, pushing against the tight ring of muscle. Once it was comfortable, Zack went back to stroking Cloud with his freehand.

"It's weird," Cloud whispered with a breathy sigh.

"You don't like it?"

Cloud shook his head and rolled his hips against Zack's hand. "No, it's not that…just weird. I'll tell you I don't like it."

"I'm gonna add another finger, it might sting a little."

"Kay…"

Zack added the second finger carefully, sliding in with a little difficulty. Cloud cringed a bit, but immediately relaxed when Zack rubbed the tip of his cock with the pad of his thumb and placed a gentle kiss on his raised thigh. He squirmed slightly as those fingers pushed and stretched within him overpowering the pleasure of Zack's hand on him. He whimpered when Zack began to scissor his fingers inside of him.

"Zack….?"

"Sorry just a bit more…there."

Cloud's back immediately arched and a sharp gasp spilled from his lips as what felt like electric shock shot up his spine. "W-what…what-Oh Zack!"

Those were the last coherent words before he became a mess of moans, cries, expletives, and odd combinations of Zack's name. Zack continued his assault on Cloud's prostate with a gentle smile on his face as he watched Cloud roll his body in time with the stimulation. Soon Cloud began to desperately claw at anything he could get his hands on.

"Zack, I'm gonna…" he cried.

"Don't hold it back," Zack whispered, stroking faster but keeping the stimulation on his prostate steady. "Come for me Cloud"

Cloud covered his face and screamed as he came. Zack chuckled at the thick stream of cum that erupted from the boy's pen He milked him until Cloud squirmed uncomfortably from over stimulation. It was only then that he backed off, rubbing Cloud's legs and torso with comforting caresses to help ground the boy. Once Cloud had calmed he leaned over the boy, pressing flesh against flesh and soaking in each others warmth. Cloud looked up at him with hooded eyes that were alight with afterglow. Zack chuckled.

"See, it's not so bad."

"Heh, I'm so sleepy."

Zack rolled on his side and pulled Cloud close. "Then sleep Cloud."

"Thanks, Zack."

"What for?"

"Putting up with me."

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Cid had never flown so fast or so much in his life. He'd laid down Tiny Bronco like it was a jet and high-tailed it back to Costa de Sol to get to the Minerva. After that he set his crew to head to Midgar's hangar with no stops. They would damn near be flying on fumes by the time they got back but he had to do what he could. Tseng had been in a daze since the cave and he was more than scared for the kid. He hadn't spoken a word, his pretty grey eyes were dull, and he barely reacted to any touch. The only thing he could do was get Tseng to that psycho professor and hope he could fix it. It scare the leaving shit out of him every time he looked at Tseng's limp form and kept questioning if this had been worth it? Would this even work?!

When they touched down, he ended up having to half carry Tseng off the Minerva. He could walk, but his balance was dubious. Tseng still didn't respond to his voice but rather kept his eyes forward. Cid was relieved when they made it to Hojo's house in the dead of night. He beat down the door until lights came on and Hojo answered in his robe. He had something snarky on his ornery tongue but when he saw Tseng's state he quickly ushered them in. Tseng suddenly straightened and walked into the doctor's home on his own. He looked around searching before going to Vincent's coffin and kneeling in front of it. Hojo looked at Cid who shook his head and shrugged. Tseng pressed the release buttons on the stasis coffin and stepped back as it opened up. Vincent lay curled, sleeping peacefully. Tseng looked down at him, tilting his head this way and that, his eye glowing amber. He climbed into the coffin and carefully straddled Vincent.

"Highwind, what is he doing?"

"Fuck if I know."

Tseng drew himself close to Vincent's face, turning the man's head so that they were facing each other. Tseng took Vincent's face in both hands, using his thumbs to par his lips. He leaned forward and covered Vincent's mouth with his own. Vincent's eyes snapped open and bore into Tseng's glowing ones as the power, as the tainted Lifestream flowed from Tseng's body to his. Vincent's eyes began to burn amber as Tseng pulled back slightly as the last of Chaos's essence spilled from his lips like poison. Tseng jerked back from Vincent with a harsh gasp as if he'd been suffocating. He tumbled backwards, gasping for air. Cid ran to him and helped him out of the coffin

"I got you, kid," Cid said pulling Tseng up. "I got ya, don't worry."

Tseng actually clung to Cid and allowed himself to be picked up. Cid brought him to the couch and sat him down as the Turk coughed and gasped. He rubbed Tseng's back whispering what he hoped were reassuring words. Hojo slowly approached the coffin, a strange feeling of anxiety filling him. He stood before the coffin staring down at a breathing, panting, coughing Vincent. The man was sitting up gripping the sides of the coffin panting and Hojo didn't know what to say other than one thing that asked everything he wanted to ask.

"…Val…Valentine?"

Vincent breathed out a long sigh as his breathing suddenly came under control at the sound of his name. He slowly looked up at this professor, his eyes fading to their usual garnet red. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at hojo before recognition came over him.

"Hojo…"

End of Season Two

To Be Continued in Season Three

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A/N: Alright guys, Season Three is going to be VERY Cloud and Seph-centric. How they get to know each other and become close over the course his cadet years and future training as SOLDIER and my Cloud WILL be SOLDIER. This is AU guys and this is where the Alternate starts to show more. Rufus and Lady ShinRa will get more screen time as well. I'm surprised you guys love and OC like Elloria so much. Most people hate OC's

I just want to truly thank you guys for sticking with this story for so long even when my health hasn't been its best. Just know I will never abandon this fic, I love it too much and I know you all do to. So truly, thank you~!

Now that the sap is done, I have to work on reintroducing Vincent in Turk once more and do something with his mess of a life. He's got three potential lovers Tseng, Cid, and surprisingly thanks to you guys' subtle suggestions, Hojo. I still have some work to do on Tseng, get him some therapy so he won't be a permanent lover but he will have a few steamy interactions with Vincent for actual good reasons. Either way next Season is ALL about Cloud, Seph, and Vengence with a capital V.

Love all you guys, Please review because you guys are what truly keep this fic going and I'm still a fan of fanart so if you have any you'd like to send me my email is in my profile or you can note me on Deviant Art which is also in my profile. Love you guy! Really, keep it up and I will too!

P.S. I hope you like Aerith's introduction into the Walking Out On Destiny world. I hope I can do her justice because I love Aerith, always will.
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